Title: Silence
By: Crime Scene Investigator
Feedback: PLEASE csi51702@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I don't' own them. someone with a lot more talent, money and power does. But hey I can dream right?
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Silence. Something everyone wants but no one wants to keep. He could never understand why people were always saying, "I'd give anything just to have some silence." No one really wanted silence they just want a few quiet minutes. He'd never complain about the labs being loud again, that he knew for sure.
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"So what's up with Grissom lately?" Nick Stokes asked his friend as they walked down the hall towards the print lab. "I mean he's acting strange, even for him."
"How should I know? Grissom is Grissom, you know how he gets sometimes.. Lost in his own world."
"Come on Sara you and Catherine know him better then anyone else; and you know I'm not gonna get anything out of her."
"Hey I'd tell you if I knew but I really don't Nick. Griss doesn't tell me as much as everyone likes to think he does. I gotta drop this stuff off to Greg first so I'll see you in prints in a few." Sara said as she turned right towards the DNA / TOXICOLOGY Lab. Even through the closed doors she could hear Greg Saunders stereo blasting out the latest in underground rock.
Sara entered the room and walked directly to the machine violating Grissom's "Don't be louder then the dead" rule.
"Hey! Come on Sara do I go in your office and mess with your stuff?" Hollered Gregg as he turned to see who had ended his dance party.
"I don't have an office Gregg and if I did, yes you would mess with my stuff. Besides I probably just saved your butt you know Grissom's rule."
"Yeah I know but I actually think he's starting to like my music because he hasn't been yelling at me about it too much lately. But anyway. what have you got for me? Something new and challenging I hope." With a sheepish grin splayed across his face Gregg held his hands out to accept the large envelope and evidence bags Sara was holding.
"Sorry Gregg just some routine blood samples this time. We need DNA and TOX run on them."
"That's it? Come on that's not even slightly challenging."
"Hey it was a slow night hit and run victims dead and runner left us a sample. We just want to know whose blood is who's and who was drinking the empty bottle of bourbon we found. Just think you can use all this extra time to catch up on all the cataloguing you never do during the week..." Smiling Sara turned on her heels and headed back out the door and down the hall towards the prints lab.
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Grissom was already in the prints lad waiting for the rest of his team to arrive. It should be a slow evening for them all with one hit and run on the board and nothing expected to come in, something about Wednesday nights in Vegas. no one usually died. So Grissom had decided it would be the perfect night for everyone to go from department to department and check on all their case logs to make sure all the t' were crossed and i's dotted. They were all meticulous in their work, he accepted nothing less, but even the best missed something when their mind was on a case. He had already found forms of his with a few minor mistakes that needed fixing if for no other reason then to show they were professionals capable of putting together grammatically correct paperwork.
Besides even paperwork at this point was an open welcome to get his mind off recent events. Paperwork was an individual thing, he wasn't required to directly interact with any one, though he usually shied away from this to begin with, the urge to hid lately had become almost to strong to ignore. He knew his moments of hearing loss were becoming longer and more frequent as the days went by but he had yet to figure out how to tell the team. He didn't know how they would take it. Or how he would handle them knowing. He wasn't one known for liking to depend on others and he didn't want to start now. His mother had never depended in other when she lost her hearing; she just learned to function with out it. He knew sign and used it well, but how was he going to continue being a CSI if he couldn't hear? Was it even possible? He could still do the job he knew that but would they let him do the job. that was the real question. He wasn't the most popular duck in the pond as it was he didn't need to give them an excuse to get rid of him.
Lost in thought Grissom didn't even realize his hearing had once again cut out on him until he startled at the sight of Catherine Willows standing before him hands on hips, mouth moving but no sound.
"Well come on Gil it doesn't take this much thought! It's gonna be a long night, do you vote for getting pizza or Chinese?"
After a moment of silence waiting for his hearing to return, "I'm sorry Catherine I was thinking what was the question again?"
"Uh-huh; why do I feel like I'm asking Lindsey if she did her homework yet? Pizza or Chinese; you're the deciding vote."
"Pizza, definitely, car accidents usually turn me off of Chinese for some reason."
"Ok, pizza it is then, sorry boys you've been out voted again."
"That's it I'm convinced you're paying him to vote pizza."
Grissom was shocked at the sound of Warrick Brown's voice in the room. He turned to see his whole crew standing behind him; he hadn't heard a single one of them enter the room. This was starting to get serious what was he going to do if he was ever at a crime scene alone? Get killed probably.
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Please send reviews - I it's short but this is my first one and I'd like to know how I'm doing.
By: Crime Scene Investigator
Feedback: PLEASE csi51702@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I don't' own them. someone with a lot more talent, money and power does. But hey I can dream right?
**************************************************************************** *******************
Silence. Something everyone wants but no one wants to keep. He could never understand why people were always saying, "I'd give anything just to have some silence." No one really wanted silence they just want a few quiet minutes. He'd never complain about the labs being loud again, that he knew for sure.
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"So what's up with Grissom lately?" Nick Stokes asked his friend as they walked down the hall towards the print lab. "I mean he's acting strange, even for him."
"How should I know? Grissom is Grissom, you know how he gets sometimes.. Lost in his own world."
"Come on Sara you and Catherine know him better then anyone else; and you know I'm not gonna get anything out of her."
"Hey I'd tell you if I knew but I really don't Nick. Griss doesn't tell me as much as everyone likes to think he does. I gotta drop this stuff off to Greg first so I'll see you in prints in a few." Sara said as she turned right towards the DNA / TOXICOLOGY Lab. Even through the closed doors she could hear Greg Saunders stereo blasting out the latest in underground rock.
Sara entered the room and walked directly to the machine violating Grissom's "Don't be louder then the dead" rule.
"Hey! Come on Sara do I go in your office and mess with your stuff?" Hollered Gregg as he turned to see who had ended his dance party.
"I don't have an office Gregg and if I did, yes you would mess with my stuff. Besides I probably just saved your butt you know Grissom's rule."
"Yeah I know but I actually think he's starting to like my music because he hasn't been yelling at me about it too much lately. But anyway. what have you got for me? Something new and challenging I hope." With a sheepish grin splayed across his face Gregg held his hands out to accept the large envelope and evidence bags Sara was holding.
"Sorry Gregg just some routine blood samples this time. We need DNA and TOX run on them."
"That's it? Come on that's not even slightly challenging."
"Hey it was a slow night hit and run victims dead and runner left us a sample. We just want to know whose blood is who's and who was drinking the empty bottle of bourbon we found. Just think you can use all this extra time to catch up on all the cataloguing you never do during the week..." Smiling Sara turned on her heels and headed back out the door and down the hall towards the prints lab.
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Grissom was already in the prints lad waiting for the rest of his team to arrive. It should be a slow evening for them all with one hit and run on the board and nothing expected to come in, something about Wednesday nights in Vegas. no one usually died. So Grissom had decided it would be the perfect night for everyone to go from department to department and check on all their case logs to make sure all the t' were crossed and i's dotted. They were all meticulous in their work, he accepted nothing less, but even the best missed something when their mind was on a case. He had already found forms of his with a few minor mistakes that needed fixing if for no other reason then to show they were professionals capable of putting together grammatically correct paperwork.
Besides even paperwork at this point was an open welcome to get his mind off recent events. Paperwork was an individual thing, he wasn't required to directly interact with any one, though he usually shied away from this to begin with, the urge to hid lately had become almost to strong to ignore. He knew his moments of hearing loss were becoming longer and more frequent as the days went by but he had yet to figure out how to tell the team. He didn't know how they would take it. Or how he would handle them knowing. He wasn't one known for liking to depend on others and he didn't want to start now. His mother had never depended in other when she lost her hearing; she just learned to function with out it. He knew sign and used it well, but how was he going to continue being a CSI if he couldn't hear? Was it even possible? He could still do the job he knew that but would they let him do the job. that was the real question. He wasn't the most popular duck in the pond as it was he didn't need to give them an excuse to get rid of him.
Lost in thought Grissom didn't even realize his hearing had once again cut out on him until he startled at the sight of Catherine Willows standing before him hands on hips, mouth moving but no sound.
"Well come on Gil it doesn't take this much thought! It's gonna be a long night, do you vote for getting pizza or Chinese?"
After a moment of silence waiting for his hearing to return, "I'm sorry Catherine I was thinking what was the question again?"
"Uh-huh; why do I feel like I'm asking Lindsey if she did her homework yet? Pizza or Chinese; you're the deciding vote."
"Pizza, definitely, car accidents usually turn me off of Chinese for some reason."
"Ok, pizza it is then, sorry boys you've been out voted again."
"That's it I'm convinced you're paying him to vote pizza."
Grissom was shocked at the sound of Warrick Brown's voice in the room. He turned to see his whole crew standing behind him; he hadn't heard a single one of them enter the room. This was starting to get serious what was he going to do if he was ever at a crime scene alone? Get killed probably.
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Please send reviews - I it's short but this is my first one and I'd like to know how I'm doing.